
In the old Mud days, Joel was a neighbor in Sellwood, taking Spanish classes, doing freelance design, writing for local pubs and providing occasional babysitting for parents in desperate need of a break. Then he moved to Austin with ladylove Cheryl, then to Miami and now San Juan where his fluent Spanish has landed him in the center of the art and art-journalism swirl on the island, and Cheryl is putting together breath-taking shows as chief curator at the Museo de Arte de Ponce.
What next? We'll just have to check in with RW for the "homenajes, comings and goings, squabbles, promesas, sales to important collectors, drunken brawls, unconcealed flattery, pissy interchanges, lukewarm showers, boring stretches of nothing going on, accidental deaths, hip-joint replacements, studio hijinks, unintended insults, and a bit of fly-specking, sometimes all at once."
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